I had a passport. Mark, my best friend, knew that as we had been on a “lads” holiday together four years before. It was the same holiday that I met a ginger-haired girl called Kirsty. The girl that I ended up spending the week with; and just maybe, the girl I first fell in love with.
Mark explained that a space had become available to go on a stag do in Majorca from next Thursday to Sunday morning.
It was a distant relation of Mark’s who was getting married and someone who had originally been going had just dropped out. To save the group money, a replacement needed to be found quickly. That was not an easy task at such short notice.
Would I be available and interested?
I may not have known any of them other than Mark but I could not help grinning. As it was exactly what I needed, and wanted. Time to be me; to be young again. A small break from Sarah!
I looked at Sarah. She was next to me, in my shadow. Her arm was tightly wrapped around me.
Sarah saw my grin and she knew, but as normal I was oblivious.
Don’t do anything stupid,” she softly pronounced. That caught me by surprise as she had deliberately not given me a chance to ask her for “permission”.
Had I missed something?
She knew me. Perhaps she understood; that I needed a couple of days with other men; to be one of the lads again, an alpha male. But I also felt a little sadness. It was there and then it was gone. It had been such an unexpected emotion and it made me think.
Though I didn’t understand; surely it wasn’t because I was going to miss Sarah. It was only three days apart; I would see her on Sunday night.
My mind shrugged and then dismissed that brief “silly” thought.
*****
It was Wednesday evening and tomorrow morning I flew to Majorca with the “lads.” Sarah and I were cuddling in the car outside her parent's place; the light of the streetlamp illuminated us.
Earlier we had made love with real affection. I knew it was because I was going to be away for a few days. Sarah was already starting to miss me but I was also feeling strange. It was another new emotion, one this alpha male seemed not to realise. Was I going to miss Sarah too?
Sarah looked at me, her deep blue eyes twinkling. They were saying something to me, something that I tried to read but didn’t yet understand.
“Go and have fun, David but please take care and come safely back to me.”
Sarah’s words were spoken softly, with real affection and then she kissed me. As she did so her eyes were still speaking to me, my Neanderthal brain still trying to understand.
Sarah exited the car and I watched her walk up the path to the front door. She turned and waved, I waved back and then she was gone, safely inside.
I drove away; my mind was already switching to Majorca. The fun I was going to have with “the lads”… However, those eyes, Sarah’s eyes and the way she looked at me tonight still bothered me.
Had I missed something?
*****
So on a Thursday in late July 1987, I flew from our local airport to Majorca, along with nine other lads, arriving at our hotel in the late afternoon.
I think from hotel checking in to getting to the first bar only took us twenty minutes and with that the first night “on the razzle” began.
We did have some “activities” planned for Saturday when we would be going karting at the local track and then having a semi-formal meal during the evening. But the rest of the time it was all beach, pool and party and that is exactly what I needed; downtime from Sarah.
I was going to relax and think about what more I wanted from my relationship with Sarah; that thing that was missing; that x-factor. l certainly had no plans of cheating on her, that simply was not me. I wanted lots of fun, some alpha men bonding but no sex. I wanted to stay true to Sarah.
By ten-thirty pm we had already been drinking for five hours and had eaten at one of the Tapas bars. We seemed to be all getting along well, the drink had certainly helped to bond us as a group of new friends. It was also clear that the next stop was going to be a night club and we headed to the largest one in the town. It was called El Paraíso Club or in English, “The Paradise Club.”
It was a very large club with dance floors on several levels, multiple bars and vibrant and loud music playing. It had that feeling that it was the place to go and to be seen.
For a group of ten men to get into such a popular club it was not that easy, they preferred hot sexy women and couples. So, to slip through security we split up into five small groups of two and then staggered our entry. It worked, but it took a little time.
The club was busy our large group now split up and I somehow found myself on my own. So I headed for the bar where I purchased a large beer and then stood back to observe my surroundings.
In front of me was a well-lit dancefloor full of young men and women moving to the eighties dance music. To the right of me was the main bar where I just purchased a drink. It seemed to curve around and run off into the distance. To my left was the entrance corridor and bathrooms and beyond that a seating area that seemed darker than the rest of the club.
I wandered around looking for my companions though I knew that some of them were looking for hook-ups that night.
Me, I was not looking for anything as I had a girlfriend back home. I was more there to “observe”. Tonight was going to be just about having fun and enjoying myself. I was being “good” even with the presence of so many hot, good-looking women, my thoughts kept going back to Sarah and us.
I just hoped Sarah was having fun too.
I surveyed the club and found a good spot to stand and “observe” the dancing; or should I say watch the fit young women moving to the vibrant eighties club music.
As I stood there and watched, I was drawn to this tall girl. She had long reddish hair, long sexy legs and wearing very tight blue shorts with a white tied top. She had her back to me but was dancing suggestively with a tall blonde girl; whilst also having several men trying to cut in on their dancing.
Their body movements, their bodies were mesmeric. It was not only me as they both were getting plenty of male attention. I could not help but admire the way they moved but at the same time managed to keep the men at bay. It was obvious that this was a game that they had done before. They were playing to their audience, a room full of men; just giving enough to keep them interested.
I carried on watching these two beautiful sexy goddesses. It was alluring by the way they moved as they were in tune with one another and I was sure that I was one of many who were completely captivated. I smiled to myself as they certainly had me fully entertained.
And then it happened; the moment that changed my life.
The tall red-haired girl turned and looked directly at me and then smiled for a second or two. I was not sure why but then. I recognised her; at least I thought I recognised her.
It was Clare!
The girl that I had met on the beach four years ago, the girl I had never forgotten. But in those four years, she had grown and blossomed into the truly beautiful woman I had always known she would become. She was simply stunning; though I doubted she would recognise me.
She looked at me again and smiled. That was twice!
I looked behind me to check if there was anyone there. There wasn’t. Clare was looking at me, I was surprised and a little shocked. She looked my way and smiled again, and then said something to her blonde dance partner before walking the short distance to me.
“David,” she said as if she already knew me. I was captivated and yet at the same time, stunned that she had recognised me too. Had I made such an impression four years ago?
“Clare,” was all I could say. It came out as a shout and with that, she pulled me onto the dance floor. My mind and body were now caught up in some sort of dream.
For the next twenty minutes, we danced. It was “lucky” I have never had an issue with dancing as I can dance. It was a legacy of all those Sunday night discos. But I also find it hard to concentrate; as under Clare’s white top, her unrestrained boobs kept bouncing to her steps and to the music.
One thing was for sure. Clare could dance, I even wondered if she was a professional dancer.
As we moved to the music beat, dancing, my mind wanted to ask her a thousand questions. However my eyes were answering many of them, like Sarah, Clare was simply stunning.
Clare’s chocolate brown eyes seemed wide and alive, framed by her beautiful face and coupled with her still cheeky smile. Her wavy hair was now long. A couple of inches below shoulder length and radiating out its multitude of natural colours. Her boobs had now filled out, a C-cup I later learned, and in her high heels, she stood the same height as my 6 foot 1 inch.
l just had to know more about her.
I grabbed her hand and pulled her off the dance floor. Away from the beating music and into a darker corner with the honest intention to talk; but as we got there, she pulled me close and kissed me. Not just an ordinary kiss, it was a full-blown tongue-in-the-mouth kiss. A kiss that lets you know that this girl is horny, that she wants to take you home and fuck. I did not resist, I melted. With that one kiss; Sarah simply disappeared from my mind.
We had some privacy in the darker area so I let my hands explore her body, just a little outside her clothes. I brought one hand up and onto her right breast just to give it a genital caress and confirm the absence of a bra. There was also no resistance to my bold move. I then took the hand down to her firm ass, to squeeze it. All I could think was that she is perfect, and my hard cock agreed. I was sure she could feel it pressing into her, but she did not back away.
We broke our kiss and Clare spoke to me. It was her first words to me since saying my name thirty minutes earlier.
“Let’s get out of here and talk as this place is just too noisy.”
I nodded yes we needed to talk. I needed to know more about Clare and I needed to mention Sarah. There was a lot for me to learn and tell.
She grabbed my hand and led me towards the door only stopping to say something to the blonde girl she had been dancing with earlier. On leaving the nightclub she gently pulled me up the hill and in the opposite direction to where my hotel was. Once again I did not resist, my feet just fell in time with Clare’s.
“Where are we going?” I asked though I had a good idea.
“My place; it’s a villa with a pool. It is only a ten-minute walk.”
A villa thought. I was surprised. She must live here or have a wealthy family.
At that moment I had so many questions to ask but I kept quiet as I briefly thought of Sarah back home. My stomach turned. I shouldn’t be doing this but in my mind, Clare's embers were now roaring flames and I needed to know more, a lot more about Clare.
My little voice (or was it my cock?) told me to put off any decision that I needed to make; I did not need to mention Sarah. Instead, I kept in step with this tall, beautiful, leggy girl as we walked up the hill and started talking.
“I am surprised you recognised me,” I stated. Clare grinned. She still had that cheeky grin, the one that she had used on me at the beach, four years ago.
“I have a good memory for faces and anyway you recognised me as well.”
“That bit was easy,” I replied, then smiled and said no more as I had already given away too much.
Clare just simply smiled back at me before I asked her. “So what brings you here? It is a long way from England.”
“Oh. I am on a girls’ holiday; I have been here since last Saturday. There are six of us, Julie, Mandy, Marie, Sharon, myself and my best friend Jasmine or Jaz as I normally call her. She was the blonde you saw me dancing with.”
“I noticed, it looked like you were having fun dancing with her.” I was flirting.
Clare looked at me and warmly smiled. I felt a wave of guilt, I needed to mention Sarah.
“We went on a girl’s holiday last year as well but then we stayed in England. This will probably be our last one as a group though, as two of the girls, Marie and Julie are getting married next year.”
“And you?” Clare added. “What brings you here, holiday?”
“I am on a stag do. We only got here today and we leave early Sunday.”
“Yours?” Clare somewhat pointedly asked which caused me to laugh. It had never occurred to me until then, that I was older enough to be getting married.
“No.” I quickly answered. I was still a little surprised by the question. However, I then broke out in a grin as I thought about it a little more. I guessed there was a chance I might be married in the next few years; the thought made me think once again of Sarah.
“So what happened after I met you at the beach four years ago? Did you move and if so, where did you end up?”
It was Clare’s turn to chuckle.
“We only went back to Yorkshire for a couple of weeks as my parents had decided to move down south and we lived with my grandparents for six months, until they found a house. So we live on the west side of that city near my grandparents and I guess not so far from you. I found out the next day after talking to you.”
I looked at Clare and I could not help but wonder if we would be having this conversation if she had been told one day earlier.
“And your father left the army?”
“Yes, as planned, three months later. He now works in sales and does a lot of travelling but my family now has roots and will not move anymore. Part of the reason for the quick decision was that I was starting my last two years at school and they did not want me changing schools just before my final exams.”
“So I am twenty-two and you?” I asked, remembering how the last time I asked that question Clare changed the subject.
“Eighteen.”
I laughed. “I got an answer this time.” Clare chuckled too; she must have been fourteen the last time we spoke on my local beach.
“Are you still living with your parents?” she asked me. “Or have you moved somewhere else?”
“I am still with my parents but I do hope to move out within the year. I am currently saving but it is not easy especially as I have not been at my latest job that long. I am not yet eligible for a mortgage.”
We stopped walking and turned towards a high, side gate. Clare punched a number into the keypad that was next to it. The door opened with a click. In front of us was a large one-story villa, with small palm trees and exotic bushes surrounding it. A few garden lights were illuminating the place and even in the dark, the villa looked fantastic.
Clare opened the front door and we walked through. I was not disappointed as the place inside looked just as good as it did on the outside. A dark corridor and towards the only light which was at its end. There were rooms on either side of us which I assumed were bedrooms.
“This place has four double bedrooms,” Clare pointed at the doors as we walked by them. Her actions reminded me of an air stewardess.
“All the bedrooms have ensuite bathrooms which is a good idea.” I agreed. Then I had only ever seen one house with an ensuite bathroom as they were still quite unusual for 1987. I was impressed.
“You are thinking how can we afford this aren’t you?” Clare then stated. That question had occurred to me.
“Well, we can’t. This place is owned by Marie’s parents and it is their holiday home. They just let us have it cheap for a week. I want to show you this.”
We walked into a large open planned room which was dimly lit. A mousey blonde girl was sitting on a chair watching Spanish television.
Clare introduced her to me as Marie and I just said, “Hi Marie.”
To be honest, I had not expected to see anyone there as I thought they were all still at the nightclub as it was not yet midnight and therefore still early.
What Clare wanted to show me is the view out of the large sliding doors which went onto the rear terrace and a swimming pool. Even in the dark, you could tell the view was a good one as we were quite high up. The Spanish town lay before us with its twinkling lights and the bustle in its streets. The houses of the town almost framed the distant dark sea where a large ship was anchored. The view, even in the dark was simply… idyllic.
With that, we turned and walked back to the corridor and the bedrooms just saying “good night” to Marie on the way. I had the feeling from Marie's reaction that I was not necessarily the first man Clare had taken back to the villa that week.
We went into the first door on the right and closed it behind us. Clare turned on a sidelight and before me, was a large bedroom with two single beds pushed together. I also notice two suitcases, one still neat and the other with all its contents scattered on the floor. At the other end of the room was a single door. It led to the ensuite bathroom which we both in turn used.
I knew I needed to say something. The spontaneity of the nightclub kiss had gone but as we both sat on the joined beds we looked at each other and smiled.
I opened my mouth to mention Sarah but before a word came out, we were kissing. My cock responded to Clare’s lustfulness and my body melted into Clare’s arms.